The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

In the Valley of Death, the sounds of battle gradually subsided, leaving only corpses and blood scattered everywhere, and Zhao Kang's nauseating laughter. The road to quelling the rebellion, with the fall of Lin Xue, a rising star, became even longer and more arduous. And the legend of "Night Shadow" and "Night Owl Guard" seemed to have come to a bloody end at this moment.

Smoke and the stench of blood filled the frigid air. Broken swords and tattered armor lay scattered everywhere. The once elite Night Owl Guards were now mostly part of the valley's chilling landscape. Their captain, Lin Xue, the young general hailed as the Lin family's prodigy, had also perished, becoming a headless corpse, stripped naked and displayed by the enemy! Zhao Kang's maniacal laughter echoed through the valley like a curse, piercing the hearts of every survivor.

Few Night Owl Guards survived, each wounded, their eyes filled with grief and despair. They watched Zhao Kang's arrogant retreating figure, gripping their last remaining weapons, knowing that charging forward now would only increase casualties. A star had fallen, their elite forces wiped out; the banner of the Night Owl Guards seemed destined to fall here.

However, amidst this suffocating despair, in an unexpected corner, life is quietly unfolding.

In a secluded crevice in the cliff face of Deadly Valley, fifty figures huddled together, barely daring to breathe. They were all members of "Night Shadows," women usually known for their agility, stealth, and precision. At this moment, their faces lacked their usual composure, displaying only the pallor of someone who had survived a catastrophe and the lingering shock of fear.

Standing at the very front of them, the girl with a still somewhat childish figure but exceptionally calm and sharp eyes was none other than Zhou Mi, the granddaughter of the Lin family's steward. No one could have imagined that this girl, only thirteen years old, was already a peak Earth Realm expert!

"Hold your breath, Zhao Kang's men are still searching outside." Zhou Mi's voice was extremely low, yet it carried a calm strength beyond her years, clearly reaching the ears of every "Night Shadow" member. Her gaze swept over the women, confirming they were all safe and sound, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Just moments ago, at the height of the battle's chaos, when Zhao Kang's deadly trap was fully activated, a general fell, and the "Night Owl Guards" were surrounded, Zhou Mi acted decisively. Relying on her familiarity with the terrain (Zhou Mi had accompanied Lin Xue on a reconnaissance of this area) and extraordinary perception, she sensed the extreme danger. Without hesitation, she forcefully led her trusted "Night Shadow" sisters, utilizing their expertise in concealment, into this narrow crevice that even many seasoned hunters might not know about.

They watched helplessly as the brutal fighting unfolded outside, as their former comrades-in-arms, the "Night Owl Guards," fell one by one, and as Lin Xue fought valiantly until she was utterly exhausted. Every tremor, every scream, lashed at their hearts like whips. Some sisters couldn't resist rushing out, but Zhou Mi held them back firmly. Her eyes were cold and resolute: "Going out means death! We have hope as long as we live! To avenge them, we must live!"

Despite her young age, she became the backbone of these fifty lives. With her peak Earth Realm strength, she set up a weak yet exquisite energy barrier, isolating them from their aura and voice, making them as part of the rock, thus evading Zhao Kang's subsequent rounds of thorough searches.

Time passed slowly, and the sounds of laughter and searching footsteps outside gradually faded away. Zhao Kang seemed to believe that the "Night Owl Guard" had been completely wiped out, and that the "Night Shadows" had perished along with their commander. He did not linger there, and left with his remaining troops and the looted resources.

The Valley of Death fell into complete silence, leaving only deathly stillness and the stench of blood.

Zhou Mi sensed for a long time and, after confirming that the enemy had really left, slowly removed the barrier and pushed aside the withered branches and leaves that were covering the cracks.

The cool moonlight shone through the valley entrance, illuminating the hellish scene outside.

The sisters of "Night Shadow," witnessing the horrific scene before them, could no longer hold back their sobs, which echoed softly in the silent valley. Tears mingled with the dust on their faces, leaving clear streaks. Grief, anger, and helplessness overwhelmed them.

Zhou Mi stood at the edge of the crevice, her small body casting a long shadow in the moonlight. She looked at the corpses scattered everywhere, especially the fallen "Night Owl Guard" battle flag. Her tender face was devoid of tears, only a chilling coldness and a deep-seated hatred. Her small fists clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, oblivious to the blood seeping from them.

“Crying won’t solve anything.” Zhou Mi turned around, her voice soft, but it gradually stopped the sobbing. The women looked up at their temporary leader.

"The Night Owl Guard suffered heavy losses, and the general was killed... That's a fact." Zhou Mi's voice trembled slightly, a tremor of suppressed grief, but even more so, a resolute determination forged in fire. "Zhao Kang thought that the legend of Night Shadow and the Night Owl Guard had come to an end here. He was wrong!"

Her gaze swept over every member of "Night Shadow," her eyes sharp as knives: "Sisters, look outside! These are our brothers, our comrades! They showed us with their lives how ruthless the enemy can be! The general's sacrifice is not meant to make us succumb, but to carry on their legacy and keep going!"

"We, 'Night Shadows,' fifty people, not a single one is missing!" Zhou Mi's voice suddenly rose, carrying a surge of passionate power. "What does this mean? It means that this bloody period is not yet finished!"

“Zhou… Zhou Mi…” an older member of “Night Shadow” choked out, “But, the General is gone, and the ‘Night Owl Guard’ is gone too… us…”

"The general is gone, but we are still here!" Zhou Mi said resolutely. "'Night Owl Guard' suffered heavy losses, but as long as the flame remains, there will be a day when it can be rebuilt! And we, 'Night Shadows,' are one of the only remaining flames! As long as we live, there is hope! We must bring the truth out of here, we must avenge the general, and we must avenge our fallen brothers and sisters!"

Her words, like a boulder thrown into a stagnant pool, stirred up ripples. Despair was replaced by a flame of grief and indignation. Yes, they were still alive! They were "Night Shadows," elite female scouts trained by the Lin family, one of the empire's top families! They could not fall!

"Zhou Mi is right! We can't let the general die in vain!"

"Yes! We must survive and take revenge!"

"Sisters, we cannot let down the general, we cannot let down our fallen 'Night Owl Guard' brothers!"

The hushed whispers turned into passionate responses, and flames of "hope" and "revenge" were rekindled in their eyes.

Zhou Mi looked at the women who had regained their spirits and nodded: "Very good. Now is not the time for sadness. We need to leave here immediately!"

She took a deep breath, suppressing her turmoil, and regained her composure: "The road ahead will be even more difficult. We will not only have to evade our pursuers, but also traverse treacherous mountains and forests. But I believe that as long as we are united, we will definitely survive! 'Night Shadow,' follow me!"

With that, Zhou Mi was the first to step out of the rift, her petite figure appearing exceptionally tall in the moonlight. The fifty "Night Shadow" members wiped away their tears and followed her with resolute eyes. Their figures, like the most tenacious vines in the dark night, silently disappeared into the deeper darkness beyond the Valley of Death.

The blood of Death Valley stained the earth and the sky. Zhao Kang thought he had drawn a final period to his life, but little did he know that in the shadows he couldn't see, a tender yet incredibly tenacious seed, carrying fifty indomitable souls, had quietly sprouted.

As long as "Night Shadow" remains, the legend continues. This blood-stained period is ultimately unfinished. The road to quelling the rebellion is long and arduous, but as long as the flame of hope remains, it will one day ignite. Zhou Mi and the surviving "Night Shadow" sisters will carry on the legacy of the departed, continuing their journey along this thorny path. Their story has only just begun.